A/N: All characters mention belongs to J.K Rowling. I would appreciate not getting flamed for this story for it was my first attempt at writing RW/HG so PLEASE be nice ^^;;; I promise to improve in the near future if there are any problems. But if you do have any comments please let me know, for future reference of course ^^;;; Chapt. 3 Hermione realizes that there is more to Ron Weasley than meets the eye… or childhood memories… or… Well you'll see ^_~ Well on with the story, I hope you like it.


Within the Mind of Hermione Granger

*~* Blue Eyes *~*

Hermione's POV

This is ridiculous… utterly and terribly ridiculous. Now it's been three weeks nearly a month that I have been dreaming of Ron. Don't get me wrong I do adore as well as fancy him, but everything right now seems too complicated. I'm worried that if I were to tell him something, or to let him know about my twisted dreams, he'll never see me the same ever again. I couldn't live the rest of my life knowing that I scared someone I love and trust away like that.

Ron is one of my best friends and that's the end of it. I even talked to Harry about it. He told me that he would keep my secret, but he had that goofy grin on his face telling me that he will relentlessly tease me until I have the courage to tell Ron. Or at least I thought so… Harry was a hard chap to figure out what he's really thinking at times.

I was in the Library with them at the present moment studying for out Astronomy homework on the constellations and the images of the Greek heroes. I had a lot on my mind and noticed that I kept making mistakes on my parchment. Bloody hell, I can't let this throw me off course… I took my small jar of erase-a-mark, which was a different liquid Wizards use for erasing mistakes on their parchments. It was sort of like White out Muggles use, only without the messy white paint.

It was then that I elbowed my favorite quill off the table and it fell to the floor with a small crack.

"Shoot." I muttered and went over to pick it up and placed it on the desk.

Then I knocked it off again carelessly. I looked at Harry and glared at him as he snickered at me. I rolled my eyes and went back under the desk.

"Oh blast…"

Muttering I bent over once more to pick up my quill. I was inches from reaching down that my hand met with another. Now I knew I wasn't dreaming, the touch and feel of his skin was too real to be imaginable. I looked up and my eyes met with those of a sparkling sapphire.

And there he was, staring into my eyes as a child would stare at candy. He was an image of perfection. His sea blue eyes were as deep as an ocean, and, oh, so full of mystery, like a treasure waiting to be opened. He could win any girl's heart, but he was awaiting my response to the question. My stomach was churning like milk in a blender.

My heart was beating as if I had just fun a marathon. I was so excited that he asked me, not just any girl, but me. All I had to do was get the words out, but it was hard. His perfection stunned my thoughts, yet I managed to reply in a cool manner, the words flowing off my lips as water flows through a stream,

"Sure Ron you can borrow my quill."

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We studied and started tracing at out star maps when Ron returned my quill. He placed it in front of me with a soft click, which caused me to look up. Those same deep blue hues I was captivated by earlier reminded me of two pools of the most clearest and freshest water known to witch, wizard and muggle.

'I thought his eyes were hazel…' I thought breathlessly as those blue eyes seemed to burn a hole through me, 'but blue is so much erotic…'

I felt the far off distance of his hand holding onto mine as I looked down seeing that is hand was indeed over mine, my heart accelerated and I bit down on my lower lip a bit. At that moment, I saw everything in a whole new perspective. I felt as though he and I were the only ones that existed in the universe…

All that mattered to me were those adorable red freckles that ran across the bridge of his nose and along his cheeks, that red hair that looked so soft to the touch. His lips that were a moist pink as he licks his lips suggestively. Then at last, those eyes…

They looked at those they were the missing part of the night sky. They made me feel as though I were lost within a trance and I wonder how would I ever get back to earth…

'The stars themselves would be envious to know that such eyes as his truly existed…'

"Hermione?" Ron asked, as he gave me an awkward look.

"Yes Ron?" I asked, shaking my head and snapping back into reality.

"Harry and I have to go to practice we'll catch up with you later in the common room."

"Oh ok." I simply answered as I watch as both boys got up and took their books with them.

I watched as Harry exited first then Ron after him, but not before Ron looked back at me with those midnight eyes that seemed so comforting and mystical. We held each other's gaze for a split second until he smiled at me then exited with a swish of his robes.

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A/N: I used a poem from my "Chicken Soup book on Love and Friendship." I thought it was a good idea at the time, hell what am I talking about it was! I know this was short… but at least it was better than nothing… ^_^;;;